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B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. London Jae & Young Dro)


[Intro: London Jae]
Tweakin’, haha

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Yeah, hold up
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty
I don’t even know her yet
Real strong, real grown
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Car foreign, y’all boring
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
What the word on the curb, homie?
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha, not for sale
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Now how does it throttle? The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now all these niggas political now
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
Overnight activist
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Outro: B.o.B.]
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah


Chief Keef – Telling It All (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)


[Intro]
Runnin’ to the cheese, lil’ nigga, I ain’t fuckin’ round
Them hit-men with me lil’ nigga, they will hunt you down
Sosa was never ’bout that life, how the fuck you sound
Put the red dot on your nose, you’s a fuckin’ clown

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 1]
I hit Gucci just to stunt
I just poured me up a cup
I’ve been in it since a pup
I’m gonna get it, wish me luck
We in that tinted car, you fucked
Nah in Tunechis voice, you trucked
Rollin’ dope up like a cluck
So much dope, it got me stuck
I swear I be high as fuck
In the mall just buyin’ stuff
Ring me up, I’m cashin’ out
Ain’t with all that trying’stuff
And I got that iron tucked
I just started chargin’ up
Ain’t with all the fussin’ stuff
In that vrrrrm cuttin’ up

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 2]
I’m in the diamond, district kickin’ big shit
Bank roll, on me, poppin’ big shit
Me and the crew, in your city we got big sticks
Big TV, middle toilet, I take big shits
I had your bitch, in my office, now she dismissed
No attention, especially when she throwin’ big fits
Forty pointers, and a watch, that’s that big shit
A couple shows, my pockets fatter than a big bitch
Whole pint, now I gotta take a big piss
Triple A, I always got a-fuckin’-ssistance
Peter Parker, I always knew I had a sixth sense
And the opps, is always on my fuckin’ hit-list

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all


Chief Keef – Telling It All (Two Zero One Seven Album)


[Intro]
Runnin’ to the cheese, lil’ nigga, I ain’t fuckin’ round
Them hit-men with me lil’ nigga, they will hunt you down
Sosa was never ’bout that life, how the fuck you sound
Put the red dot on your nose, you’s a fuckin’ clown

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 1]
I hit Gucci just to stunt
I just poured me up a cup
I’ve been in it since a pup
I’m gonna get it, wish me luck
We in that tinted car, you fucked
Nah in Tunechis voice, you trucked
Rollin’ dope up like a cluck
So much dope, it got me stuck
I swear I be high as fuck
In the mall just buyin’ stuff
Ring me up, I’m cashin’ out
Ain’t with all that trying’stuff
And I got that iron tucked
I just started chargin’ up
Ain’t with all the fussin’ stuff
In that vrrrrm cuttin’ up

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 2]
I’m in the diamond, district kickin’ big shit
Bank roll, on me, poppin’ big shit
Me and the crew, in your city we got big sticks
Big TV, middle toilet, I take big shits
I had your bitch, in my office, now she dismissed
No attention, especially when she throwin’ big fits
Forty pointers, and a watch, that’s that big shit
A couple shows, my pockets fatter than a big bitch
Whole pint, now I gotta take a big piss
Triple A, I always got a-fuckin’-ssistance
Peter Parker, I always knew I had a sixth sense
And the opps, is always on my fuckin’ hit-list

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all